naline of her exit was already souring into something far more dangerous: regret. Not regret for what she had said

rned a

ike a king on a throne of ice. The white Plan B box sti

ce, suffocating tightness seized her chest. This was a man who had touched her, taken from her, and wa

ast night? That I wanted this?" She gestured at the box, at the table

is precisely the kind of cheap, desperate tactic Arthur Salinas would or

attering. "You were the one who lost control! You kicked down my door. You dragged me through the hallwa

his gaze, a darkened room flickered-his father's roaring voice, the smell of burning gasoline

. In two strides he loomed over her, his tall frame casting a suffocating shadow. He

Your blood is tainted. If you ever get pregnant with my child, I will ensure you d

ed the sensation before it could take root. Her pride shattered into jagged pieces-not because she believed him, but because she recognized, in that merciless g

picked up a white linen napkin and slowly wiped his fingers-each one individual

s place erupted a burning, reckless, defiant rage. She was done

d with violent efficiency. She popped the small white pill into her palm, and

empty mouth, held up her empty palms, and let the evidence speak for itself. Not because he had demanded it-but because sh

e sight of her fierce, reckless compliance threw him completely off balance, and for a

it tipped over and crashed onto the hardwood floor. She walk

carry a child with your blood in its veins. You have given me nothing but pain and co

o one spoke to him like that. No one dared. Yet this woma

g room. She walked directly into the master bedroom and slammed the heavy door

wallowed the pill without hesitation, without bargaining, without a single plea for mercy. T

st. The world had tilted on its axis and he co

table. His hand struck the tiny espresso cup, sending it flying. It shattere

the swinging kitchen

nty-four-seven security detail on my wife. I want eyes on her every s

nd forced himself to breathe. His reflection stared back at him-cold, controlled, immaculate. But beneath the bespoke suit and the practic